such as "O volk! Terre'Blanche is back again". Had he been less of a buffoon, South Africa's road to democracy might have been bloodier. In the late 1990s he released a CD on which he read his own poems. They were packed with images of wide farms, dry riverbeds, windswept veld, frolicking gemsbok and scratching guinea fowl. Even the birds were better off than Afrikaners, he grumbled: "Even the marsh-lourie has his sleeping-place and his fellows, his lourie-people." How far, he wondered, would he have to travel to find his own volkstaat?
from The Economist: Eugene Terre'Blanche
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